walking through the school hallway, heading to your usual hang out spot, the film room. while doing so you passed a group of the schools ‘bikers’ , one of your bestfriends— silas— was among them.

he was always nice to you, his ‘intimidating’ exterior was just a forgein thought to you, his tattoos and muscular frame was simply just put out your mind when you talked to him. he also watched films sometimes, which was your favourite thing to do. — despite silas and you being friends, you didn't really like his friends. they were all kind of just arrogant bastards who only cared about themselves and barely about eachother.

and as you passed, you couldn't help but listen to the small part of their conversation.

you grabbed a couple movies from the shelves in your locker, as you grew more and more intrigued by their conversation.